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"I just want to make you feel good, alpha," Alhaitham says with a deadpan tone and expression. "Won't you let this omega make you feel good?"
"Ugh, you—!" Kaveh knows he's being made a fool of. "You annoying little...! Can't you go even a second without trying to make fun of me!?"
"No," comes Alhaitham's immediate reply, his eyes shining with amusement. He leans a little closer, his voice lowering coyly. "Now, will you let me pleasure you, Kaveh?"
Kaveh has nothing to retort with.
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02 Jul 2026
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Kaveh feels insecure about his post-partum body.
Al-Haitham catches Kaveh looking at himself in the mirror and makes a point to remind the omega of how beautiful he is.
• This work is a sequel to Got Milk? But can be read as a stand-alone.
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- Part 2 of HaiKaveh Omegaverse Tales
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02 Jul 2026
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On February 11, 2024, Kaveh dies.
What remains are thirteen letters.
As Alhaitham reads them, years begin unfolding in reverse: cigarettes and roses, philosophy and hospital wards, grief mistaken for love, love mistaken for salvation, and a man who spends his entire life searching for the boundary between himself and the people who wanted him to become someone else.
Some ghosts live in houses.
Some live under the skin.
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23 Jun 2026
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No one compares to Alhaitham in Kaveh's mind.
The impulse to act on his desires has become stronger, and the wine merely enhances every thought that races through his mind during their evening outings.
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- Part 2 of endless: love letters to haikaveh
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23 Jun 2026
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On a flight to Fontaine, Kaveh gets mysteriously upgraded to first class beside an annoyingly handsome alpha who smells like the very essence of the heavens. Kaveh, however, has never willingly given an alpha the time of day, and he's certainly not about to start now.
Probably.
Maybe.
Except why does this one smell so damn good?!
As Kaveh made his way to row 3 seat B, the woodsy, petrichor-rich scent he’d assumed was some expensive air freshener in the airport terminal filled his senses far more strongly.
... The alpha. Seated in row 3, seat A.
Kaveh stopped so abruptly the passenger walking behind him stumbled into his carry-on.
His gaze collided with the alpha’s once more. From up close, the ocean hidden within those devastatingly beautiful eyes felt endless, inviting him toward depths he was already drowning in - instantly overcome by the dizzying sensation of falling from a cliff overlooking the vast, expansive sea.
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15 Jun 2026